On Saturday mornings, my mother goes to the flea market. Not because she needs anything or is looking for anything in particular. She just goes for what she calls ‘the thrill of the hunt.’ She also likes to barter for fun. In Florida, the flea markets attract a lot of travellers, many of which sell wares salvaged from estate sales or auctions. Last spring when I was home for reading week, we found three of these pearl and jade strands as part of a set. My mother told me that the asking price was a phenomenal deal, but when she pointed out that the pearls needed to be restrung (they’re not knotted in between), she got the sales price down by about half.
My mother, sister and I each have a strand. They’re kind of like friendship bracelets, but more interesting.